My words wrapped around your neck
strangling every breath into short, erratic gasps.
Sliding my hands up your thighs
you shiver, and exhale.
Panting, a whisper escapes your lips
and grazes my ears like nothing.
Poetically challenged, preview to no emotion
for your verbal ineptitude stirs naught in my soul,
but only for pleasure in my speaking-to.
Tongue twirling delirium, move my hips
into a slow grind, skin on skin,
clichéd axioms, provoked sensations
as individual as a fingerprint.
Broken record symphony,
with a brio of piercing notes
penetrating through thick night air.
Enticement, as the simplicity of your
dialogue puts me at ease,
knowing that you sense your own power;
while I deliberately lead you to believe so.
Consider this always;
as your weakness is not up to me.